Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Crumbs on the table Bills in a pile Mom worked doubles I ain’t seen her smile Hand‑me‑down coat February cold Dreams in the margins Of a worksheet fold Bus seat shaking Headphones bleeding Every cracked sidewalk Had a bar in the seams Writing on receipts From the corner store They said “aim smaller” I just wrote more [Chorus] Dust on the needle, hope in my chest Heart on the line, ink on my desk Came from the quiet, turned to a threat I’m tryna live the lines I ain’t wrote yet Dust on the needle, loop it again Pain in the bars, faith in the pen Came from the bottom, talk to me then I’m tryna live the lines I ain’t wrote yet (yeah) [Verse 2] Uncle hit the bottle Cousin hit the block I hit every journal Like it might unlock Something in my spirit Banging on the door Light through the blinds On the bedroom floor Friends talk fast ‘Bout some fast cash I talk slow ‘Bout my craft, laugh They said “that rap phase Gonna fade soon” Then I packed three shows In a cramped back room (woo) [Chorus] Dust on the needle, hope in my chest Heart on the line, ink on my desk Came from the quiet, turned to a threat I’m tryna live the lines I ain’t wrote yet Dust on the needle, loop it again Pain in the bars, faith in the pen Came from the bottom, talk to me then I’m tryna live the lines I ain’t wrote yet (oh)
Tags
rap, Warm soul sample chopped over gritty boom bap drums, male vocals. Verses sit close and conversational with subtle vinyl crackle and deep bass. Hook explodes with stacked call‑and‑response chants and gospel‑tinged harmonies. Occasional DJ cuts between sections, energy rising from reflective head‑nod to triumphant closer., hip hop, soul
Duration
2:04
Instrumental
No
Created
3/19/2026